After All

One door will make you small
The other one will make you tall
Fly out the window
Up to the sky
Or maybe you’ll follow
The call of gravity… and fall

Command and choose a hand
You’ll come to understand
The wisdom of random
In our chaos kingdom
Or maybe you’ll swallow
The bliss of ignorance

One side will fix it all
The other drop the ball
One lives in shadow
The other blue sky
Belly ache n’ wallow
Or get it on the ball
After all

After All.mp3

Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: E G / A C / A C E
Recording: digital 8-track stereo

Vocals, Guitar, Organ

A song about chaos not being random (and the science of political science. ) “A dripping faucet seems random but when plotted… reveals an eerie order unexpected by conventional means.”

From the album Technocracy
by Daniel Brouse

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